DISCLAIMER: This is a mostly fictional story.
It's been an incredibly busy start to the year, I've barely had time to rest or relax.
So, when I had a free Saturday night a few weeks ago, I went to seek some calm at my local bathhouse, where I met a curious man who asked, out of the blue:
'You like riddles, don't you?'
At first slightly annoyed at being disturbed, and then intrigued by the fact that I may hear an interesting puzzle, I replied 'I do indeed!'
He said, 'Here is one for you.'
Begin with this language without silence.....
Then, a spirit without the beginning of spirit....
And then, a teacher without option....
He added, 'Perhaps even then you will not understand, but when you see who I am and what you will find me in, you will have no doubt it is the answer.'
I thought about the riddle quietly as we sat there in the steam, but I couldn't seem to make sense of these clues. As we began to leave, I conceded defeat. He gave me no closure, instead telling me that it was lovely to see me around, and that he hoped he would see me again soon.
It's been half a month since I met the strange man, and I think I know now who he is.
...I sometimes wonder why he was at that bathhouse on that cloudy weekend evening.
I suppose that's a riddle for some other time.